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Photo reblogged from Super sOne Cheska
“After this I go to work at a pizza shop. My wife and I were college professors in Bangladesh. I taught accounting. But one dollar in America becomes eighty dollars when we send it back home.”
People forget, when immigrants come to this country they start from scratch. They could have been lawyers in their home country, but in the US..it means nothing. You think a HS diploma from Bangladesh means anything in this country? My mom was a top student in the country, went to all the best school and got the best of everything…but when she got here it meant squat and she was cleaning other people’s homes and scrubbing their toilets. This is why I get pissed of when people talk smack about immigrants. They at least are doing something…..heading for a goal..making sacrifices…what are you doing with your life?
^ My parents were college-educated teachers in their home country and came to the U.S. with nothing but empty pockets, a dash of hope, and a belief in God. They also scrubbed toilets in people’s homes to make enough to provide for their children, and that’s probably not something a lot of educated professionals would be able to do. I know I wouldn’t be able to do it. Pride would get in the way.
THIS IS TOO IMPORTANT.
mom :(
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Need a break from all the savings and bruisings,
Need to lay my head somewhere,
Need to lie on the ground for awhile,
Need to take one deep breath,
But what bothers me is, if I do, will I be able to get back up? -
Photo reblogged from Hell Won't Have Me.†
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Post reblogged from memory of light
all because of you i believe in angels
no,not the kind with wings, not the kind with halos
the kind that brings you home,
when home becomes a strange place
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Audio post reblogged from : In My Space :
You said you don’t belong
You keep saying there’s no one
And there’s nowhere to go
But who keeps calling your phone?
